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Oy, Ghotti

Yo, wassup, man?

Na-a ko'y bag-ong

Sample diri-a, o

Nawa ra gud, paminawa

(Ako napod, ako napod

Ako na-, ako na-, ako na-)

(Ako napod, ako napod

Ako napod mu-tira)

(Ako napod, ako napod

Ako na-, ako na-, ako na-)

(Ako napod, ako napod

Ako napod mu-tira)

(Ako napod, ako napod

Ako na-, ako na-, ako na-)

It's Lynical and Ghotti

(Ako napod, ako napod

Ako napod mu-tira)

On the track, yo

(Ako napod, ako napod

Ako na-, ako na-, ako na-)

Check this shit out

(Ako napod, ako napod

Ako napod mu-tira)

Me and Lynical

We're the realest

We poppin' bars

With a blast

In a class full of feelers

It's a clash

Of the God-given talent

Yeah, we raise to the top

Survival of the fittest

'Bout to stand for somethin'

Fall for nothin', all for nothin'

Sound ambitious, for the game

But now who's cappin'?

Who's laughin'

Now I'm lock and loaded, yeah

Where the fools at?

They got lose track

A walkin' tag, call 'em jerk

Like a damn, livin' douchebag

I won't stop 'til the boy go pop

I won't stop

'Til they call me Pac

Yeah, I won't hold back

Them, like, who's that?

It's yo' Tito from Philo, I do brag

We reppin' from Otso-Zero-Zero-Zero

Different lingo, English ang gi-torjak

Yah, G-H-O-T-T-I from abyss

To a beast to amaze all the kids

To get platinum disc

And a platinum wrist

For the daily, daily been sippin'

A lot of these Actavis

Actavis rollin' like Optimus

No one can stomp us in, RUN DMC

Like, we back in the 80's

Never that, never this

No we don't need fuckin' guidance

Millenial Baby

'Anga, ey, Gi-pakilatan

Sa gi-pares nga pang-lanay

Bisan i-likoy sa pang-tulo

Wala'y mo-angay

Bugo ika-pulo, bulok kag bugok

Kahoy nga gabok tawon sa sulod

Gi-tapokan naman ug anay

Kung pagahi-ay, ako ra gyud

Unsaon manang mga "Ako Napod"

Sa gi-sample nga gi-loop?

Kung hagbay nang napamatu-od

Gikan sugod-sugod

Nga ako ra gyud

Nga ako ragyud

Letra, banat, tunok

(Paminawa ni sila)

Isog, kaya, singot

(Paminawa ni sila)

Kada bara, dulot

(Paminawa ni sila)

We at Whiteside

We never lack our fucking style

Letra, banat, tunok

(Paminawa ni sila)

Isog, kaya, singot

(Paminawa ni sila)

Kada bara, dulot

(Paminawa ni sila)

We at Whiteside

We never lack our fucking style

Uh, it's surprising

Mister Lynical and Ghotti

On the same track, where we boppin'

Feel the 808s on volume

Not the most wanted, but we robbin'

How we rep Whiteside's our shit

So put your smile on, feel the style of

Our cold track for the night, kids

Yo, it's another jet plane takin'

Off and we diggin' and choppin'

Get me and Pneuma's Mister Ghotti

In the building, we rockin'

Yanno, I'm finna be giddy

Whenever my posse be with me

So they be coppin' the bag

Get to fuck it when I got it

I stay violent writing

You know I'll never be silent

Cynical takin' the mind

Whenever the pen get to be writing

Don't expect of my bite

To be fucking different when I bark

I got the fire

You can see me fucking with the dark

You seein' my homies

They kill the insides

No limit on it, call it homicide

You bet that we ready

We rockin' it steady

The legs gettin' crazy

Our heads in the sky

Say what you want

But we never will faze

We carry the next generation today

Not relyin' on faith

Or puttin' up fakes

We 'bout to put

These motherfuckers to shame

Pero kadali lang sa

Abi ba nimo'g limitado

Ko'g isa, yawa?

Kursonado ko mo-banat

Padulong pa-hilanat

Parehasa ug diyamante

Isa ka milyon ni na carat

Pagka-bata, ug binata

Sa tu-ig, ni-tirada

Malipong ka'g sabot

Sa'kong mga sonata nga gi-cheka

Tarantando man o dili

Basta kini lang ma-benta

Kay sa Pneuma ko naga-base

Sa ug gahi diri-a

Letra, banat

Tunok (paminawa ni sila)

Isog, kaya

Singot (paminawa ni sila)

Kada bara

Dulot (paminawa ni sila)

We at Whiteside

We never lack our fucking style

Letra, banat

Tunok (paminawa ni sila)

Isog, kaya

Singot (paminawa ni sila)

Kada bara

Dulot (paminawa ni sila)

We at Whiteside

We never lack our fucking style

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